And now I have a week off

[Sapphire Silk]

Peer pressure can be horrible. Heaven forbid anybody differ from the norm. I hope you didn't hurt your eyes on account of them.

I got teased about my glasses too. Later on, some of the kids who'd called me "four eyes" ended up needing glasses themselves. But they'd refuse to wear them, saying it made them "look ugly", so they ended up squinting at everything. Yep, those premature crows feet make you look sooooo much prettier than glasses do. Dumbasses.

Yeah, I've seen the same thing happen to the people I knew, as well.

I got over the teasing. By the time I was in high school, and lot of the teasers were in glasses themselves and it wasn't a huge deal anymore.

When I was 21 I had surgery to correct the strabismus, and could finally wear contacts, which I did for about 15 years. Then I got tired of them and went back to glasses. I don't even think about them anymore.

[dalesys]

What I like best about not wearing my glasses:

I can blame that for the absence of feet, rather than the Garfield effect.



"Feet?!?" "I have feet?"

[LadyAndreca]

I started wearing glasses in first grade, but I was aware that I couldn't see like other people when I was in preschool. I just didn't have the words to explain it to my parents other than "I can't see". In first grade, the school nurse did a basic eye chart exam for all the students, and called Mom at work to demand whether she knew I needed glasses--because I got off the chair and walked over to the chart because that was the only way I could see what she was asking me to read.

I got teased mercilessly, but Mom taught me a couple tricks (she'd started wearing glasses in 6th grade). And the fact that I could SEE trumped ALL. I was NOT taking those things off just because some boy I hated anyway found new names to call me!

[Kogarashi]

I got teased mercilessly, but Mom taught me a couple tricks (she'd started wearing glasses in 6th grade). And the fact that I could SEE trumped ALL. I was NOT taking those things off just because some boy I hated anyway found new names to call me!

I'd love to hear some of these tricks. Judging by Hubby and me (both in glasses by the age of twelve, at the latest), my kids are doomed to corrective lenses. I'd love to hear what your mom did.

[LadyAndreca]

I'd love to hear some of these tricks. Judging by Hubby and me (both in glasses by the age of twelve, at the latest), my kids are doomed to corrective lenses. I'd love to hear what your mom did.

The main one I remember is that if someone called me "four-eyes", I was to get my fingers on the bit of frame behind the ears, use that leverage to wiggle my glasses up and down, and say "The better to see you with, my dear!" Little kids don't really know what to do when you have a comeback. Plus they didn't have glasses to wiggle in silly ways and I did.

[EricKei]

I started wearing glasses in first grade, but I was aware that I couldn't see like other people when I was in preschool. I just didn't have the words to explain it to my parents other than "I can't see".

I told my parents that from the time I could talk -- I was one of those kids who sat 4 feet from the TV because I couldn't see anything otherwise -- But they never got me any until 6th grade, either >_< Mainly because the (extremely basic) yearly "eye tests" at school never showed a problem severe enough to report. Then again, our (supposedly) local-legend eye doctor never caught my brother's Lazy Eye until over a year beyond the point past which it could have realistically been fixed. To this day he wears one placebo contact (in his 20/10 vision eye) and one super-strong one in his bad eye. The only reason he has 3-d vision at all is because he trained the bad eye himself.

[Rena_Muffin]

M: No, I like think, like that you don't have anything better to do. That's why you sit here, like, everyday.

Wow. Yes good lady, my life is quite dull so sitting here at my throne looking out at the clueless throngs that come to me is the highlight of my life. Someone's been sucking too much helium.

Me: Hi there, how can I he-
DING! DING! DING!
Man: You don't talk until I ring the bell. That's how it works.

I took the bell of the desk and threw it in a waste paper basket.

Man: Really? There was no need for that!

Yes there was sir. When you express an IQ that is lower than the students I work with, no bell for you!

You get a lot of SC's don't you customersruinmylife? I'm sorry. I give you a pat on the back for not losing your cool and sending one of them flying through the walls.

[Geek King]

The only reason he has 3-d vision at all is because he trained the bad eye himself.

Some people can have depth perception with just one eye. I do, and it used to drive my science teachers nuts when we'd do the stereo vision portions of the human eye lessons. The usual "neat tricks" didn't work with me. It could have to do with training when I was much younger. I have one eye that is much worse than the other, so I tended to concentrate on my good eye more than the bad one. I did that for a long time until someone noticed me closing the bad eye to read signs, and told my parents I probably should have it tested.

[LadyAndreca]

I told my parents that from the time I could talk -- I was one of those kids who sat 4 feet from the TV because I couldn't see anything otherwise --

We actually didn't own a TV until I was in first grade, when my parents won one in a church raffle. Mom actually said once that she'd've realized sooner that I needed glasses if we'd had one, because the pattern was starting to show--as soon as she told me to move back, I'd stop watching completely.

I knew a few weeks after I turned five. My brother was baby Jesus in the nativity scene at Christmas that year, so Dad had to be Joseph to keep a parent with him. We were up in the choir loft, and my sister could see them, but I couldn't tell which figure was Dad and couldn't see my brother at all. I tried to tell Mom then, but she shut me up because we were in church, and afterwards I couldn't get her to understand that I didn't mean I was too short to see over the balcony. That was the first time in my life I remember not having the right words to explain a complex concept, too.

My family never lets me forget the day I got the glasses. It was evening, late spring, and a nearly cloudless night with a full moon. My parents were there and my mom's brother and sister who did everything with us when we lived there, so there were LOTS of witnesses. But I walked out the door, stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, and went "There really IS a man in the moon!" And then I got mad because the grownups were laughing at me after everything they told me about how to deal with people laughing at me....